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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Rekid,
the Association,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.