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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.