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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.