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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
cv313,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.