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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.