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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
AZ,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.