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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.