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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
DNA,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.