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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.