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 Chad 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.