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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Neu!,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.