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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.