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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.