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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.