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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.