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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.