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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.