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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.