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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.