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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.