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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.