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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
MDC,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.