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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Victims,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.