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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.