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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Smog,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
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Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.