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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Ossler,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.