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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.