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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.