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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.