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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Sparks,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.