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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.