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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.