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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.