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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Crime,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.