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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Mars,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.