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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
ABC,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.