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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.