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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Can,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.