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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.