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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.