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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.