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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.