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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
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.