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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.