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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.