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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.