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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 cv313 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.