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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Chrome,
June Days,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.