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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s 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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.