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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.