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 France and from Columbus.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.