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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Can,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.