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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.