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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.