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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.