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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.