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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.