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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.