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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.