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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.