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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.