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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.