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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.