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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.