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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.