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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.