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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.