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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.