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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.