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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.