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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.