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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
UT,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.