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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.