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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.