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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.