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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.