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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.