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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.