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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.