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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.