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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.