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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Whodini,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.