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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.