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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.