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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.