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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 DNA to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Nico,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.