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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.