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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.