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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Skarface to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.