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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.