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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.