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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.