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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.