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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Brick,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
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.