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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.