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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Section 25,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.