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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.