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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.