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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.