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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.