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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Fear,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.