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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Hoover to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.