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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.