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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.