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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.