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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.