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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
PIL,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.