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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.