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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.