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 London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.