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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Names,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.