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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.