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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.