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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Franke,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.