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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.