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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.