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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.