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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.