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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.