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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.