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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.