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 Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
UT,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.