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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.