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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.