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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.