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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Index,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.