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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.