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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.