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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.