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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.