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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.