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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.