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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
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.