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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
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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.