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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Kayak,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.