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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.