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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.