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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brick to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.