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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.