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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.