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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.