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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.