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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slick Rick 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.