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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Names,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.