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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.