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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.