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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.