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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.