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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.