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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.