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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.