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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.