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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.