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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.