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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.