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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Zeros,
X-101,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.