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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.