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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.