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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Fear,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
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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.