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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.