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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Wire,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.