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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.