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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Can to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.