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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.