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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
cv313,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.