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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.