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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.