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 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.