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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.