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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.