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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.