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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
The Victims,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.