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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.