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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.