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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.