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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.