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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.