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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.