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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.