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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.