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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.