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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.