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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.