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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.