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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
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.