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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.