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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.