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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.