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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.