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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.