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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.