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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.