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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne 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 grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.