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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.