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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Wire,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.