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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.