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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.