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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.