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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
CMW,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Pole,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.