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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.