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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.