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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.