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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.