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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.