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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.