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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.