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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.