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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.