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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Gong,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.