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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.