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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Mars to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.