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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Monks,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.