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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.