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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.