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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.