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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Franke,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Crime,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.