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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.