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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.