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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Television to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.