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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Nico,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.