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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.