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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.