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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.