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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.