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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.