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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Move,
The Index,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.