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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.