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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.