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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.