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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.