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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 CMW to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.