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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.