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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.