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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.