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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.