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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
a-ha,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.