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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.