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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.