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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.