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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.