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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.