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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.