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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.