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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.