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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.