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 Ecuador 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Human League,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.