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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.