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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.