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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.