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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.