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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.