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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Saints,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.