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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.