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 France and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.