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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Smog,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.