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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.