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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.