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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nas,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.