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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.