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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.