Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.