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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.