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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.