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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.