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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.