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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.