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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.