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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Aswad,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.