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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.