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 Palau 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.