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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.