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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.