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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.