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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
New Order,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.