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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.