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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.