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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.