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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.