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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.