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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.