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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.