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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.