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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.