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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.