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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.