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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.