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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.