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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Gories,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.