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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.