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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.