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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Moebius,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.