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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.