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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
the Germs,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.