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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.