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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.