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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.