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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.