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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.