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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.