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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.