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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.