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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
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.