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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.