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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.