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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
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.