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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.