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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.