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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.