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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.