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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.