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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.