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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.