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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.