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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Unwound,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.