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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.