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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.