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 Angola and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Television,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.