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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.