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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.