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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.