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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
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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.