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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.