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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.