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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Erasure,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.