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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.