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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.