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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.