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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.