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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Flipper,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.