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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
10cc,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.