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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 snare 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Faust,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.