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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Names,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.