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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.