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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.