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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.