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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
New Order,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.