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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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