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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.