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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Nico,
Smog,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.