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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.