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 Guinea 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.