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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.