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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.