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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.