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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.