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 Congo 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.