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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.