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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.