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 India 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.