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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.