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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.