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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.