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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.