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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.