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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.