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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.