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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.