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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.