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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.