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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.