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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Organ,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.