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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.