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 Libya 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
The Litter,
The Names,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.