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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Nico,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.