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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.