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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.