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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.