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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.