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 Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.