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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
the Association,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.