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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.