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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 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 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.