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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.