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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.