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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.