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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.