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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.