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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.