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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.