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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.