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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wire,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.