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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.