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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.