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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Wake,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.