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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.