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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.