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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Jandek 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.