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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
the Association,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.