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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.