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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.