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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Fear,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.