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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Smog,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.