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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.