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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Theoretical Girls 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
MC5,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.