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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.