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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.