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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.