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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.