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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.