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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Jandek,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.