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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
June of 44,
MDC,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.