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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Pole,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.