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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.