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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.