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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.