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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.