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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.