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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.