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 France and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.