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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.