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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.