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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.