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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.