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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.