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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
cv313,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.