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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.