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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.