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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.