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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.