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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.