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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Slave,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.