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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.