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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.