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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.