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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.