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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.