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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.