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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.