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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.