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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Technova,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
June Days,
John Holt,
MDC,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.