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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
the Germs,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.