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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.