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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Visage,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.