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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.