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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.