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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Smog,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.