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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.