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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.