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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.