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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.