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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.