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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.