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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.