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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
AZ,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Can,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.