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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.