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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.