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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.