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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Television,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.