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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.