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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.