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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.