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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.