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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.