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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.