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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.