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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.