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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.