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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.