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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.