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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.