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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.