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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.