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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.