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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.