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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.