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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.