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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.