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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.