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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.