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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.