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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Magma,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.