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 Poland 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.