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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.