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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.