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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.