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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Infiniti,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.