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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.