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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.