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 Togo 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Wire,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.