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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Blossom Toes 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.