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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.