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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Move,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.