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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.