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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Television,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.