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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.