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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.