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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.