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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.