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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.