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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.