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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.