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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.