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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.