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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Index,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.