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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.