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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.