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 Panama 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.