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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.