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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.