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 France and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.