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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.