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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.