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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
UT,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.