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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Niagra,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.