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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.