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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.