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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.