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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.