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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.