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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Swans to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Cymande,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.