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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.