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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.